As the full moon rises into the partial clouded sky, its brilliant silver glow shines down and beams it light through the stained glass window on the wall above the altar where you lay. As you look up, you notice that the light beaming through the glass cast an eerie effervescent radiance to the dark sacrificial chamber where you are imprisoned. Surroundin...
The Play Is The Thing 1 Cordville Occupational College is known for business, computer, and secretarial classes, a decent sports program, and even a fair automotive department, but not drama. I was one of about twenty students, ironically there were twelve boys and only eight girls in the program. I soon became the second in command, behind Roxy Hart, the 5...
--Hello! This is the first time I publish a story. Hope you enjoy! Thanks to my beta Cassiopeia Quinn!-- I was running down this street with the proverbial mob swinging torches and hayforks ready to lynch me the moment they get me in their hands. Probably to tear me apart or to put me on the stake and turn me into a big tasty steak. I love steaks but rathe...
Chapter 3 -- Charming Clumsiness Pratt took his time smoothing the fiberglass around Jill's waist. I wondered if he wanted to make a perfect mould or just was enjoying the lovely curves of her hips. Jill was lying motionless, her eyes partially closed. Her fingers were locked together as if she was trying to suppress her nervousness. I was glad to see that...
Bardic Cycle Date: March 26, 2095, early morning Locations: City of the Suns, Duchy of Biyandi; Wood Haven, Kingdom of the Wood Elves; and Malganna, Caloren States Note: This story contains magic and sometimes psionics (mental powers). It's about Reison Whisper Wind, a young half-elf who wants to become a bard, and his three newlywed human wives -- the hi...
Note to readers: this is my entry into the National Nude Day Contest. All individuals having sex are over the age of 18. Please vote with stars if you like it. Comments are welcome and encouraged if you really, really like it. ************************* Laurel Creek Journal, July 2, 1993: I'm not sure if it was the panties, or the laughter, or the backpack...
It's 8:00am and I know Nurse Nanci will breeze in that door any minute now and then it will be time. (I can't even say it in my head, what time it will be. If I did say it, even in my head, it would be the tiniest, faintest whisper...bed bath time.) My heart is pounding and I've got a cold sweat breaking out. It's a mixture of excitement, fear, horniness and...
There was nothing enjoyable about moving, that much 54 year old Vito Donato was sure of he thought as he dragged yet another box out of his van and into the very modest bungalow he had bought after his recent divorce. Having to lug all his belongings was a lot more painful than the end of his 25 year marriage, mainly because it was his often wayward ways tha...
with those readers who would put themselves in the favored category. I project that you might have already discovered -or explored your own beautiful sensitive connectedness to one of nature's most magnificent creatures. I sense that you have the easy and confident way of moving and being in your body -- that I have seen in my trainers and friends that hav...
Do midsummer dreams come true? Wil wondered this as he walked through the quiet woodscape. It had been some time since he had seen her last but the time seemed right and the phase of the moon the same as when he had seen her last. As he walked he saw a light ahead., Firelight. He crept furtively towards it. Stopping every few steps to listen. The moon cast...